Santa tell me
Because I've been wondering
If I open up
And by open up
I don't mean a package
Or a bottle of wine
I mean, my heart
It's perfect
Sometimes it's tainted with guilt
But it's kind
It's scared
But still kind
And it's looking for hope
For change
A chance to make a difference
A brighter world for you, Santa
To make everyday feel like Christmas
And yet I still wonder, day after day
Am I being naughty?
I really hope I'm being nice